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From this same briary labyrinth.
Kilm. Pish, Count! What, for scrambling up a rock! When I was a greenhorn, I would have gone as far after a bird's nest. Oh, St. Iago! may the man that falters to risk his neck for a friend and a female in a mountain, break it while he's a boy climbing for eggs in an orchard !
[Exeunt Virolet and Kilmallock, L. Zoray. I know not why it is, at this our parting, My blood should flow so chilly through my veins. "Tis not fatigue, for I have slept—is’t fear?
Sure no, for I do now most firmly trust “There is a power to throw its sacred shield
Before the zealous follower of its laws, " And ward off every danger." I will rest me Till they come back again; for there is something Strange and unwonted weighs upon my spirit, Till my weary body totters. [Rests on a bank, R. S. E.
Enter BULCAZIN MULEY, R. Bulca. Curses on them ! Fortune has poured her dregs of malice on me, And packed these weak and halting knaves together, To check my expedition. Every Moor Measures his swarthy length upon the ground: Beneath each bush there lies a fainting soldier. That Ganem, too, should droop! “Oh, could I blow "One spark of a wronged father's rage among them, “The lusty band would march the world about, " As vigorously as the mountain deer “Will bound away a league.” Still I will forward. Should I o'ertake the changeling, plodding now Her way with this same Christian runagate, Were
every limb unstrung with lassitude, I think the loathsome sight would nerve my arm To strike her dead before me! (Seeing Zorayda.] Soft!
Zoray. (Rising.) Oh, heaven and earth! my father !
, that's something : There still is left some touch of shame within thee. Tell
me, thou viper !- What is’t chokes me thus?
Bulca. " Why, 'tis bravely said
Zoray. My father,
• There is one
Captured my maiden fancy;" he has strayed
Bulca. Pestilence and torture !
[Draus his cimetar and offers to kill her.
To injure helpless woman, by my soul,
the ground, For crows to peck at !
Bulca. Busy fools ! begone!
tribe. Get hence !
Oct. Love and Religion mingled! Brighter flames
hold Till I had offered thee a sacrifice On injured Love's
altar! [ They struggle-Octavian overthrows Bulcazın, ana
wrenches the cimetar from him. Zoray. Oh, heaven! My father, my dear father!-Savo
Re-enter VIROLET and KILMALLOCK, L. Viro. Zorayda! her father! [To Octavian.] Stop thy
Oct. Thy word can charm me:
[Gives the cimetar to Virolet, and retires up with Flo
Viro. (c.) [To Bulcazin.) Sir, this which I restore into
your hand, I fear me, in my absence, has been raised (Receive it now) against a daughter's life. He, for whose sake you would bereave her of it, Is bred in Christian faith! and it does teach him To shelter yours, and, in the hour of anguish, To offer succour to his enemy.
Kilm. Spoke, Count, like a noble gentleman. Oh! let a Christian alone for a good action : he'll do you twenty in a breath, without preaching, when a Mussulman will shut up his Koran, to go kick his fellow-creatures about like a parcel of foot-balls. Bulca. [To Virolet.) Christian, it seems I owe my life
urge me to requite thee. . Trust me, Christian,
confer more calmly. Zoray. Oh, my father! Viro. This is a gift indeed !
Enter Sadi and AGNES, R. Sadi. Nay, come on, Agnes. With thee uuder one arm, and a flagon under t'other, a fig for mountains, and let the world wag!
Agnes. Mercy! here's goodly company!- The Lady Zorayda !--Oh, happy day!
Sadi. Aud my old master, the Moor, by all the saints in Christendom !
Viro. Peace, lionest fellow; now thou meet'st all friends : let that content you.
Sadi. An’a man be not content when he ineets all friends, I know not what will satisfy him; and that friends
may not sunder again, here comes a whole posse of goat herds at our heels, going our road towards the foot of the mountain.
Enter Male and Female GOATHERDS, and other Pastora
Characters, R. and L.
the shepherd tunes
FINALE AND CHORUS.
O’er the mountains bleak and brown,
Till we reach the distant town.
We sing to market as we go.
And each a female by his side,
Whisp'ring soft a true-love tale.
Blessed be every faithful pair !
May no rigid sires control,
emotions of the soul ! Chorus. Thus we goatherds, &c.
DISPOSITION OF THE CHARACTERS AT THE FALL OF
Male and Female
Goatherds. AGNES. SADI. VIRO. MULEY. Oct. FLOR. ROQUE KILX 2.]